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Journal in Sandals

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1 min lectură·21 februarie 2013

Mediu

life is a pair of old sandals

most of all it kills

the smell inside

you look at them and you tell yourself

you`d better throw them

then you think you love them

perhaps you could put them again in the washing machine

for the last time

you have the sandals from the one whom you once loved

what was inside your soul

you washed with the delicate program

you hope not to twirl your heart too much

you remember the colour of the sandals on the Venus beach

your sandals and his beer

you wore them when making love hastily

in the backseat of your father`s old car

you wore them at your friends` weddings

in bed when you used to hide dressed

you spilled whisky on them, a little bit of vodka

tears with gin

you wore those sandals like another skin

you felt more feminine, special

like...like

so what?

you left the past behind

laid it on the sandals

and took them to the garbage

that day a gipsy left with my sandals

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Alina Maria Ivan. “ Journal in Sandals.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/alina-maria-ivan/poezie/14024679/journal-in-sandals

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